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The Cry of the Heart
Poetic RenderingDoes not the crow, on finding food,call out to gather its kin?Does not the hen, on seeing danger,cry aloud to shield her chicks?But the devotee who hoards his joy,who…
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The Garment of Service
Poetic RenderingWhen the crow soils the gold,does it become a king’s crown?Can filth ever shape raw goldinto an ornament worthy of a throne?So, O Kudalasangamadeva,let me seek no false upliftmentfrom…
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The Law of Spiritual Vision
Poetic RenderingCan the blind behold the mountainand measure the height of its peak?Can the nectar of immortalityflow into a heart closed by its own fate-bound beliefs?How shall he seethe treasure…
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The Currency of Grace
Poetic RenderingFor the sake of petty gains,I have squandered treasures beyond measurethis much, at least, I now understand.Unaware of the fountain of devotion within,my mind has chased illusionsand strayed into…
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The Final Anchor
Poetic RenderingA stone tied to the footpulls a man down into the depths;but the Linga tied around my neckkeeps me from sinking.The stone drags downward,the Linga lifts upwardand caught between…
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The Gravity of the Sacred
Poetic RenderingLike an idol of butter placed near the firehow long will it last? Tell me, O mind!So too, this tongue, these teeth, this smilewhat worth are they if used…
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Not washed but forged
Poetic RenderingA horse washed cleanstill rolls in dustso does this body return to its stains.This mind, thick like wool,holds fast the dirt it would cast away.Only when You breathe through…
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The Soil of the Heart
Poetic RenderingDecorate the pumpkin as you please,paint it, garland it, worship itwill its inner rot depart?Never.Give the Linga to onewhose heart is weak,whose mind has no resolvewill the light of…
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The Death of Pride
Poetic RenderingThey boast of lineage,and speak of another’s sinthus sharing in it,smearing their own hands with the same dirt.What worth is devotion by birth?What worth are rituals without true bhakti?When…
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The Hunter in the Temple
Poetic RenderingThey sit before the Linga in show of prayer,yet their hearts wander into idle talk and deceit.It is like lurking in tall grass, to strike the innocent deer cruel,…